Cloud travel

I almost can remember

Times of cloud travel,

Being so attentive and receptive

That I could move along the currents of the air

And let myself be gathered and dispersed

And turned in languid, stretching shapes,

My will as fluid as the wind’s direction,

Learning, as I went, where I was going.

It was an easy thing, upon arrival,

To center in, to grow more dense, more focused

So that I could lightly drop

from air to ground

and into solid form.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 12, 2013